Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1887-11-26

"A1n eyes glowing, the KIND or face that one
sAugust Cornte was the founder Of the Positive
School Of Philosophy, which did ANY, with al
faith in revealed religion.
reads not at first, nor indecd wholly after
many perusals.
She looked about her deliberately, as one
accustomed 70 whirl and splendor; yet she
inquired Of Ch"isy, rs this what they do al
ogether in Paris, m'sieur;'
This IS what they do chiefly, ma'm'selle.
zone would suppose that somebody must
sork to bring all this about; the dress, the
decorations, the perfection. But they do
aot seem to work in Paris, things come b.
,aeic."
- r-etty Illusion, ma'mselle, but I could
IT, Il, said Choisy, strolzing his glove and
ia
Tray do notr she exclaimed quickly, Il
nave had GOOD many Illusions dispeiled
/ dnce ! came here l should like 10 keep
lew"
Il advise you to do SO my child" Choisy
orole into smiles "Here comes ore now!
Bonnetheaul M'seur, have the honor to
present you to Miss Nhipple."
/ could no more have hindered it than |
could have prevented Pluto from carrying
JIl I-uf 1llces YET W lhuGtl III NY LGNtA thtt
they had not met From that moment |
watched Hippolyte with kind eff fascina-
sron | saw his eyes search her face, as if
gauging her maiden soul, and l knew with
what intentness the beautiful pupils We're
narrowed upon her. He seated himself be-
ide her, and krew precisely what he would
say, for he had formula from which he sci
lom departed in raising such sieges, but the
of in
my ears, and lost the drift Of his harangue
That it had an air of innocence aud unaffect-
slIoss was sure, and that Miss Whipple was
,ast surrendering was equally clear Her
ivory tablets hung neglected at her side, and
she frowned imperiously at the young me-
who approached her, declining to dance
Why did not Bonnetheau himself ask he
% dance! Because his brains were not in lis
heels, and he had infinite resources besides
waltzing. | had remarked that he reserved
lis dancing capacity Which was of a high
order, for his hours of ennui. Obviously, he
was not now bored.
As Choisy rejoined them, Hippolyte turned
to him with boyish eagernass: "Stil living
in the Faubourg st. Honore, m'sieur! And
mam'selle is, without doubt, at home to
Paris-happy Paris ere this' Thanks, u
thousand thanks | shall be charmed to
ealll" and Hippolyte backed like a courtier
from their presence.
"The refinement of brass, Bonnetheau!n /
remarked, as he thrust his arm through mine
and drew me to the supper room. He smiled
one of his strange, brief smiles and assured
me he had done no harm.
For myself | was not so certain. Miss
Whipple was stainless; the stream of Partisan
life polluted. How long would this fair
lower float upon its tide without becoming
sullied! The light dust that settled SO swiftly
upon fresh souls imported to the French cap
tal appalled, me, and Bonnetheau said of it:
Call it a dynamical phenomenon, moral
evolution, superinduced byn-- with laugh
md backfinging of his head 'le Diable!"
who to judge from his conversation, was
familiar of Hippolyte's
Some weeks after the foregoing occur
rences, and perhaps a fortnight lister than
our skirmish in the Sorbonne, Bonnetheau
sat in our apartment constructing and de-
molishing houses of cards. | had observed
chese bits Of pasteboard and surmised the
advent of some such extreme for an evening
at ecarte. But soon an order for a carriage
conveyed his intention of going out.
WHITTIER tonight" I inquired, cycling
rather gloomily the edge of a coat that did
not go into company.
"The course of destiny runs straight to the
Faubourg st. Honore,n he replied; and it
was trying element of Hippolyte's remarks
that they were invariably good natured. My
polemical mind had no chance with him.
1.-THE Faubourg st. Honore" l exclaimed.
He nodded, smiling and stacking his cards.
THAT is the residence of Choisy," l declared.
Precisely What a discernment you have,
Hendrix, and of his ward also"
why are you going there to-night? de-
nranded
"To teach ma'mselle the mysteries Of
ecarte, my child. / shall set up-let me see,
what shall set up! II must be something
trihing. For good manners suggest that |
lose the first game. You viii say, there is
nothing 50 trihing as tho heart of Bonnie
theau. Bien, let il be my heart Then, for
he second game, ! shall exact similar stake
frcm her, which shall make it point to
wiz As for the rubber, the second stake
u'tst be repeated. Eniin, the game shall be
oinc."
"You had best buy n prie-Dieu for MANI
ELL, ami send it TO hog with your conpli-
meats and the petition that she offer prayer
fer Won upol it, This / observed as tossed
his clrds into the open fire.
blue velvet cushion to same-or pink, Which,
my friend, is more inspiring to the lnees
Paralcu! Blues her favorite color Blue
veivu, cushion to same fifty francs Protest
ant Bible bound in ivory-ciel, how the ac-
cessories count up! And, after all, she would
pray that ! become a Christian, and pro-
gided the prayer We're answered-ah, insup-
portablel No more Chambertin, no Mabille,
no Julie, no little turns at rouge ct noir-
think of i'll To entail such misery upon my
tellowmen The wine merchants would fail;
Mabille would lose caste; Julie would cry her
eyes out; the clubs would lose their most
cherished habitue Tempt me not, Hendrix,
tempt me mott" He made pretty gesture Of
entreaty. 1.-THE world claims my services.
Au revoir!n
There was much calling of carriages and
dispatching of flowers in these days, which
led me to believe Bonnetheau was making